When I was 19 years old I went with a couple of friends down to Alice, Texas to visit the relatives of one of them. That friend warned us about his crazy uncle, who lived alone, it turned out, in a small, rundown house. He seemed nice enough, but after a few minutes he started showing us all the pistols, rifles and knives he had stashed around. He'd say things like "And if they come in that window, I can just reach under this pillow right here and blast them with this .357. If they come in through the back door and I'm in my kitchen, I can grab THIS pistol under the frying pan and this rifle I got hidden behind the refrigerator." I asked my friend later "has he ever had any cause to use any of those?" He said "dude, this is Alice. There's no violent crime here at all. The last murder occurred in 1949, when a radio DJ was murdered by a deputy sheriff. He's lived in that house for 30 years and we're all amazed he hasn't shot and accidentally killed himself."